The Wistful Incense
The invoice lay on the mahogany desk, the ink still wet where Elias had signed it. It was a simple document, listing the cost of the ambergris, the sandalwood, and the labor for the new batch, but the paper felt thin and brittle under the Duke’s heavy thumb. The Duke of Vane did not look at the numbers. He looked at Elias. The room smelled of old wax and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Elias...
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